Jack Dringo

Am Am Am Am Am G Now Jack he was a punk around the age of 27 Am E7 When he thought he'd give his bad blood a run. Am G Well he took his silver dollar, spat a curse upon his pa, Am E7 Am And off he set a-carryin' his gun. Am G This Jack he was known in the town of Carson Gap Am E7 For bein' a wild and vicious man. Am G When he stepped up and ordered a whiskey double shot, Am E7 Am It was set there with a pale and tremblin' hand. C D Oh the sound of a train in the cold of the night C D Is a sound that tears at my soul C D ‘Cause when-ever I hear that train whistlin' down, Am E7 A Am I remember killin’ Jack Drin-go. Instr verse Am G Am E7 Am G Am E7 Am Am G Jack was gettin' mean and liquored, and his bar bill was unpaid Am E7 When he saw my little Peggy at the door. Am G Well, I swore if he took another step towards my gal, Am E7 Am I'd k**l him and stretch him on the floor. Am G There are those who do not blame me for doin' what I done, Am E7 But the Sherriff was a-lookin' to the law. Am G As Jack was a-makin' for my Peggy at the door, Am E7 Am I blasted out his brains and watched him fall. C D Oh the sound of a train in the cold of the night C D Is a sound that tears at my soul C D ‘Cause when-ever I hear that train whistlin' down, Am E7 A Am I remember killin’ Jack Drin-go. Am G The rest of my story doesn’t have to be told. Am E7 It's the story of a man on the run. Am G Every time I catch a train a-movin’ further on, Am E7 Am I know this cursed chase is almost done. C D Oh the sound of a train in the cold of the night C D Is a sound that tears at my soul C D ‘Cause when-ever I hear that train whistlin' down, Am E7 A Am I remember killin’ Jack Drin-go. Outro-fade A Am A